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Ride, Ride, Ride
Well it's a candy-apple honker with a cocoa-brown vinyl top. (Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah)
Power disk brakes, what it takes to make it stop. (Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah)
I put my friends in the back seat, me in the front seat, my baby at my side,
and we just ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride.
Well, it's a hi-risin', hot-cammed, gas-eatin' son-of-a-gun. (Ride, ride. Ride, ride)
it's got a four-eleven rear and it's lightened by a half-a-ton. (Ride, ride. Ride, ride)
It's got a human reaction (ooh, ooh), and positraction (ooh, ooh). Can't make it slide.
And we just ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride.
(Break)
(Ride, ride. Ride, ride. Ride, ride)
(Ride, ride. Ride, ride. Ride, ride)
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Well now the seats I'm told are leather and the steering wheel's made of wood.
(Ride, ride. Ride, ride).
Like to wanna fly, and you know sometimes I think it could. (Ride, ride. Ride, ride).
I got a new set of drag wheels (Ooh, ooh), you know they're mag wheels (Ooh, ooh),
eleven inches wide.
And we just ride, ride, ride. Ride, ride, ride, ride.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, Ride, Ride
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, Ride, Ride
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, Ride, Ride
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, Ride, Ride
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